Weeks ago when I tried to leave
You refuse to let me
You told me you weren't ready to let me go
I guess this time when I left for good
It didnt bother you
Since I no longer have any worth or use in your life

everyday,
feels like,
I'm about to run out of time.
I'm literally chasing him, begging him,
to stay with me..

but,
like just about almost everybody in my life,
he gets tired of me,
and wants to leave.

and so,
he does.

but little does he know,
him of all people,
I actually need most.


                                                    -YYC

there's three and bit weeks
left till election
day
whereupon we'll hold a
decision of much
sway

us displeased electors will
not be playing
about
when it comes to who we'll choose
for a throwing
out

none of the candidates are totally
safe in their
seats
as our ballot papers shall
mark them with
defeats

we're itching to cleanse parliament
house of the
dross
who've been doing little
but gathering useless
moss

"Useless"
Why don't you use less

Our Father,
Papa in Heaven

He told us to love
Not to discourage or anger neighbors

He told us to encourage
For we are encouraged,

Deadly, the word:
Useless

So two words:
Use, less

I wake up in the morning
To thunderclouds forming
Afraid of future storming
I live my life forlornly

My life is like whiskey in the jar
It doesn’t have to go very far
To be turned into ****
After the mark I miss
It’s the dark I kiss

I’m Mister Useless
With a blistered bruised wrist
Getting slapped with a ruler by the ruler
Which is an anger fueler
So I don’t want another
Which is why I can’t find a lover

I’m trash
I’m garbage
I’m collapsed
And tarnished

Today was a day
But I threw it all away
Like a bullet in the fray
I feel the fullest when I stray
So I cram my gullet with dismay

It’s undeniable
That I’m unreliable
My company isn’t viable
So I lay in a silent hole
While I’m sleeping
The reaper is reaping
And the keeper is keeping
Happiness from those weeping

I didn’t learn anything new
After I learned to lose
And blame the Jews
As my bigotry grew
I accepted easy answers
About those I don’t like
I say they’re sinful cancer
And I’m always right

I become extremely hateful
Yet expect people to like me
When I’m constantly distasteful
They just want to fight me
Which I say is beneath me
Because victory is unlikely
I’d probably catch a beating
From God trying to smite me

All I want is sympathy
Not to see things differently
Because no one interests me
Because I’m never listening
I live my life in a crate
So they must carry my weight
So I can carry my hate
While I constantly deflate
And underrate
Anything great

I feel so lonely
Won’t someone hold me
While I treat them coldly?

I woke up with a strange feeling
Monotonous life and struggle.
Circled eyes contour chandeliers
And mount it to the bracket.

Asked parents whims
And blackened over each comma.
Puppeteer juggling surprises
On an unpredictable curve.

In anticipation of the obvious functions
The way of life is sluggish and stupid.
Instead of metal structures
Exhibitor of violent weeds.

A series of senseless actions
Comes to life in the mirror an ape.
Logic of square lanes
The bolt snaps into the door frame.